In Suspension
The trees cling to each other's
crooked arms across the river.
They stretch gnarled hands in desperation as the wind beats
Their leaves about them.
Under the shade of the willow walk
I clutch you close, my metal treasure,
Precious; I watch your face
For signs of recognition but you are
Silent, dark. Your electronic waves
Crash against the atmosphere and
I urge you to reveal words I don't quite
Want to read. I used you as a vessel;
You relayed my question to your kin,
Burrowed hundreds of miles away from me.
I wait for butterflies to burst
Through my flesh, transformed
And off to seek his sentiment. I wait
As the willow branches break their clasp;
The tension of their pull was too much,
Too soon. The silence is an avalanche.
The air grows cold and I am deafened
By my heart drumming in my head.
I rest in twilight; the way home is lost
To darkness.
I cradle you, hold you close to my chest.
The stars break on the horizon. I mistake their glow
For yours. But still
You're like the bird I found last winter
Lifeless, and buried in the snow.
The trees cling to each other's
crooked arms across the river.
They stretch gnarled hands in desperation as the wind beats
Their leaves about them.
Under the shade of the willow walk
I clutch you close, my metal treasure,
Precious; I watch your face
For signs of recognition but you are
Silent, dark. Your electronic waves
Crash against the atmosphere and
I urge you to reveal words I don't quite
Want to read. I used you as a vessel;
You relayed my question to your kin,
Burrowed hundreds of miles away from me.
I wait for butterflies to burst
Through my flesh, transformed
And off to seek his sentiment. I wait
As the willow branches break their clasp;
The tension of their pull was too much,
Too soon. The silence is an avalanche.
The air grows cold and I am deafened
By my heart drumming in my head.
I rest in twilight; the way home is lost
To darkness.
I cradle you, hold you close to my chest.
The stars break on the horizon. I mistake their glow
For yours. But still
You're like the bird I found last winter
Lifeless, and buried in the snow.